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"From ancient times, the purple qi comes from the east... the first light before dawn... the morning spirit transforms into a phoenix body... the break of dawn greets the morning light... the bones of the phoenix proud as plum blossoms... the gall of the phoenix, a righteousness thin as the heavens... the heart of the phoenix, brave and unyielding... the chant of the phoenix heavy as mountains... the qi of the phoenix, vast and enduring... the lament of the phoenix, from which all life springs..." Wei Wufu's voice echoed in Lin Shen's ears, this being the first time Lin Shen had heard Wei Wufu speak at such length while maintaining fluency.
That voice was sonorous and powerful, like the clashing of metal, or a stone chisel upon a stele, each word stirring the soul, making one feel it could not be obliterated.
Lin Shen understood that Wei Wufu was imparting to him the true essence of the Phoenix Purple Qi Jue, hoping that he might gain enlightenment through analogy.
